Olivia came back from the kitchen and handed Dave a glass of red wine. Dave wasn’t a huge fan of wine, but he still downed the entire glass in two big gulps before Olivia had even sat down with hers. It was sour, but strong, and he felt a pleasant warmth in his chest as the alcohol started to take effect.
‘You might want to slow down, deary’ Olivia said as she took the empty glass from him. ‘You’re going to regret it in the morning if you have too much.’
‘I know’ Dave replied. ‘I just… I just can’t believe I didn’t get in’.
Olivia put her glass down on the table and turned to face Dave. ‘David, look at me’ she said, using his full first name to signal how serious she was. ‘I don’t want you to worry to about that. You’re a very smart, hardworking boy, and you’ll find a way to get where you want to go. This isn’t the end of the world. I know you’re sad now, but everything will be different tomorrow. Trust me’
Dave smiled meekly after his mom was done talking, feeling a bit reassured by her pep talk. ‘Thanks mom’ he said. ‘But now I’m going to have to keep living here until I can find something else. And I hate living here when you’re paying for everything. I feel like I’m burdening you.
Dave looked away shyly when he’d finished talking, but Olivia grabbed his face and turned it back towards hers. ‘Deary, don’t EVER think that you’re a burden. I don’t know how I could have managed all these years if you hadn’t been around. Truthfully, I don’t know how I’m going to cope when you’re gone’.
Olivia let go of Dave’s face, still staring into his eyes with loving, motherly affection. Dave was touched immensely by her kind words and, to his surprise, started to tear up a bit. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried over anything, but now his emotions were spilling forward. Olivia reached over and hugged him, stroking his back calmly while he cried into her shoulder. Dave felt embarrassed at being coddled by his mother considering that he was an adult man now, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a lot better.
Dave became uncomfortable pressing his face into the bones of his mom’s shoulder, so he turned his head to the side and positioned himself above her chest. However, his head slid down a bit more than he’d intended, and he was now had is face buried in his mother’s tits, his nose poking into the cleavage between her rich, soft breasts.
Dave didn’t know what to do. His mom hadn’t reacted, but he wasn’t sure if she was being weirded out by having her sons face pressed into her chest. He was about to sit up and apologize when she started to softly toy with his hair. Dave took this as an okay signal, and continued to enjoy the dark, soft warmth of his mother’s large, beautiful breasts.
After a few minutes or so had passed Dave felt his mom start to shift around a bit. He thought she might be getting uncomfortable, so he sat back up again, noting the red splotches where his face had been rubbing against the top of her chest.
‘Sorry about that’ Dave said.
‘Don’t be’ Olivia replied. ‘That’s what moms are for. Do you want a refill?’ she asked, gesturing to his empty wine glass.
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